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Posted by Mouse at 11:16 AM - 1 Comment   Add a Comment  
 

 Life in the 1500's.......
 



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The next time you are washing your hands and

complain because the water

temperature isn't just how you like it, think

about how things used to be.

Here are some facts about the1500s:........

Most people got married in June because they took

their yearly bath in

May,
and still smelled pretty good by June. However,

they were starting to

smell, so
brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the

body odor. Hence the

custom
today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot

water. The man of the house

had
the privilege of the nice clean water, then all

the other sons and men,

then
the women and finally the children. Last of all

the babies. By then the

water
was so dirty you could actually lose someone in

it. Hence the saying,

Don't
throw the baby out with the Bath water.

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high,

with no wood

underneath. It
was the only place for animals to get warm, so

all the cats and other

small
animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it

rained it became slippery

and
sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the

roof. Hence the saying.

It's
raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling

into the house. This posed

a
real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other

droppings could mess up

your
nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a

sheet hung over the top

afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds

came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had

something other than dirt. Hence

the
saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors

that would get slippery

in
the winter when wet, so they spread thresh

(straw) on floor to help keep

their
footing. As the winter wore on, they added more

thresh until, when you

opened
the door, it would all start slipping outside. A

piece of wood was placed

in
the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen

with a big kettle that

always
hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire

and added things to the

pot.
They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much

meat. They would eat the

stew
for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get

cold overnight and then

start
over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it

that had been there for

quite a
while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas

porridge cold, peas

porridge
in the pot nine days old.

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them

feel quite special l.

When
visitors came over, they would hang up their

bacon to show off. It was a

sign
of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon.

They would cut off a

little
to share with guests and would all sit around and

chew the fat.

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food

with high acid content

caused some of the lead to leach onto the food,

causing lead poisoning

death. This
happened most often with tomatoes, so for the

next 400 years or so,

tomatoes
were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers

got the burnt bottom of

the
loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got

the top, or the upper

crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The

combination would

sometimes
knock the imbibers out for a couple of days.

Someone walking along the

road
would take them for dead and prepare them for

burial. They were laid out

on the
kitchen table for a couple of days and the family

would gather around and

eat
and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.

Hence the custom of

holding a
wake.

England is old and small and the local folks

started running out of

places to
bury people. So they would dig up coffins and

would take the bones to a

bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening

these coffins, 1 out of

25 coffins
were found to have scratch marks on the inside

and they realized they had

been
burying people alive. So they would tie a string

on the wrist of the

corpse,
lead it through the coffin and up through the

ground and tie it to a

bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard

all night (the graveyard

shift).
to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be,

saved by the bell or was

considered a ...dead ringer.

...And So Now You Know~ , Makes Sense to Me.

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 Soundtrack~ Broken Bridges
 








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 Movie Night.....
 

These are Some of my Favorite's...I read the Books first, to me they are always Better somehow , but the Movies are still Good...

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 this old barn ~
 



A stranger came by the other day with an offer that set me to thinking. He wanted to buy the old barn that sits out by the highway. I told him right off he was crazy. He was a city type, you could tell by his clothes, his car, his hands, and the way he talked. He said he was driving by and saw that beautiful barn sitting out in the tall grass and wanted to know if it was for sale. I told him he had a funny idea of beauty.

Sure, it was a handsome building in its day. But then, there's been a lot of winters pass with their snow and ice and howling wind. The summer sun's beat down on that old barn till all the paint's gone, and the wood has turned silver gray. Now the old building leans a good deal, looking kind of tired. Yet, that fellow called it beautiful.

That set me to thinking. I walked out to the field and just stood there, gazing at that old barn. The stranger said he planned to use the lumber to line the walls of his den in a new country home he's building down the road. He said you couldn't get paint that beautiful. Only years of standing in the weather, bearing the storms and scorching sun, only that can produce beautiful barn wood.

It came to me then. We're a lot like that, you and I. Only it's on the inside that the beauty grows with us. Sure we turn silver gray too ... and lean a bit more than we did when we were young and full of sap. But the Good Lord knows what He's doing. And as the years pass He's busy using the hard weather of our lives, the dry spells and the stormy seasons to do a job of beautifying our souls that nothing else can produce. And to think how often folks holler because they want life easy!


They took the old barn down today and hauled it away to beautify a rich man's house. And I reckon someday you and I'll be hauled off to Heaven to take on whatever chores the Good Lord has for us on the Great Sky Ranch.

And I suspect we'll be more beautiful then for the seasons we've been through here .. and just maybe even add a bit of beauty to our Father's house.

May there be peace within you today.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.


"I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.


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